Hoo Dung

R.I.P.

Hoo Dung, once lived in the mountains with his master for many years. When his master died Hoo began travelling the world. He has journeyed far and long, learning and fighting, developing his martial skills against opponents of many kinds. He has found that causes are irrelevant. Conflict is where one learns the most about ones' inner self.

Now he's dead!

And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead mean naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Through they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

-- Dylan (Thomas)

I know of the great monk Hoo only by
rumour and reputation. I am saddened
to hear of his passing. His last stand
sounds typical of his bravery.
Abandoned by his party but heroically
fighting on against superior forces and
refusing to retreat; even from death.
It is indeed a sad day.

-- Banipas

The echoes surely can be heard across the world.
A great warrior has fallen today.

-- "An adoring fan"

There be good lootin on tat der ded monkey.

-- An anon. Half-orc

Sounds like revisionism to me.

-- Damir

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